I think it not but they think it blind
Do you think it so?
I think it is merely just misdefined
By those who boasts and make a show
Those kings who rule with feelings
They sit under the sycamore tree like a fool
Think of others as their backings
While making themselves artificial mules
Don’t ever think it error-free
From your own wrongs and faults
For it has its own eyes to see
They were simply taken with pinches of salt
O’ because Love lists in thousands why it shouldn’t stay
But still do so anyway
“Love is blind”. I think those who believe in this have not yet experienced true love.